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Highsmith watched Guy through the rear view mirror, noticed the way the boy's cheeks were rose-red with a blush, watched him squirm against the leather seats. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe he was reaching, but he's worked for Jasper long enough to know the vampire had certain…proclivities.
And this boy checked all the boxes.
“Gave you a good seeing to before he sent you off, did he?” Highsmith chuckled as that blush deepened further.
“I– I don't know what you mean.” The boy stared stubbornly out the window, ignorant of how well- fucked he looked, how petulant.
What a lying slag. He'd bet money the kid was a decent lay. It made Highsmith feel more than a little…peckish. “The boss. He likes 'em pretty. And feisty. I bet he made sure to take the edge off before sending you to the wolves.”
Guy squirmed again, wincing a little.
Jasper wasn't the gentle type. Highsmith could imagine the rough and tumble, Guy pressed face down on a bed, the vampire rutting away with lecherous need behind him. Bet the kid loved it, he had that look about him. The kind of brattiness that had to be dealt with a firm hand. Highsmith knew of no firmer hand than his boss.
Highsmith slowed the car and pulled over. They had reached the hotel. He parked across the street in an alley. Unobtrusive.
He turned in his seat, appraising the boy who refused to look at him, chewing nervously at his lip. He knew what the Westcroft was, had an idea of the danger Guy was waltzing into. It wasn't his place, but…
“You making a mess on my seat, kid?”
That lovely flush darkened, but the filthy implication made Guy jerk around to look at him, staring, mouth open in horror.
“Christ, you are, aren't you?” Highsmith barked out a laugh of disbelief. “I mean…fucking your tight ass is one thing, but to make you walk into a vampire den leaking vampire cum, reeking like a kept blood boy…” He whistled, shaking his head.
Thoroughly embarrassed, Guy averted his gaze out the window again, jaw clenched. But he'd stopped denying it, his body tightly wound with discomfort and shame.
Fuck, was the boy meant as bait or did Jasper simply not care what the Westcroft vampires would do if Guy was caught? Which he would be, stinking like a whore as the boy probably was.
Highsmith considered his options, the risks. Was it worth going against his meal ticket just to keep Jasper's piece of tail alive? If things went south in there, would he catch the blame?
At least if the boy made it out in one piece, Jasper could kill him later. If he wanted.
Grumbling to himself, Highsmith got out of the van and walked around to slide into the back with Guy and Checkers, whose unusually quiet attention was fixed on Guy (not unsurprising, since the boy likely reeked of the beast’s master). He sat beside Guy, so close their bodies were pressed from shoulder to knee, a welcome line of warmth on such a cold winter night. Guy, to his credit, stayed in place. Probably to avoid revealing how much of a mess he really was making of the leather seats.
“Now…I could send you in there as is, and you'd probably get made within five minutes. No idea what they'd do to you. Or–”
“Or what?” Guy peered up at him from underneath his pretty curls. The fear of going in unprotected with a virtual bow tied to his neck was obvious. The kid was smarter than he looked.
And easy on the eyes.
Highsmith could see why his boss couldn't resist having a taste. Fuck. “Or— I can make you smell less like a blood whore.”
He waited patiently as Guy thought it over. There were no options here. Either the kid went in there hoping the mess leaking from his used ass wouldn't get him killed, or he'd accept whatever help he could get.
“What–?” Guy choked, then tried again. “What could you do?”
Highsmith grinned.
It was ridiculously easy maneuvering Guy around in his seat, getting him to kneel up on the leather facing the rear hatch. He had no real musculature, his limbs all delicate and long. For old muscle like Highsmith, he was no threat. Not that he put up a fight. Guy clutched the headrest of the bench seat for dear life and stayed put.
The boy's submission was endearing.
Highsmith knelt on the floor. In the poor street lighting, even from this angle, the damage was obvious, the small spot bleeding darker on the trousers just under Guy's ass, nearly impossible to see unless you knew it was there, but these weren't humans Guy would be dealing with. Vampires had heightened senses. He would be easy pickings.
Highsmith reached out to thumb at the wet spot, rubbing at it in slow, teasing circles, working the fabric deeper into the cum-filled crease.
The kid shuddered, but didn't move away, holding still like the good boy he was. Good.
Highsmith reached around, making quick work of Guy's belt and trousers, shucking Guy's kit to his knees. His skin was a mess. Fresh bruises bloomed in lovely shades of red and purple at his hips, evidence of Jasper's firm hand indeed. Between Guy's cheeks, crimson smears of the vampire's seed had dribbled free from the crevice of the boy's ass. Must have been fucked nice and deep for this much to be left behind to leak out. The mess stained his skin and clothes.
Good thing the pants were black.
Highsmith clutched the boy's pretty ass, parting it, held the boy open to see his puffy, slick hole. Fucking gorgeous.
“Wait, what are you doi— Hngh!” Guy broke off with a whine, instantly undone by the brusque lick across his entrance, the eager lapping at his most sensitive place.
Highsmith was diligent. He cleaned up the bloody mess with dedicated broad tongue strokes, reveling in the boy's musky taste mixed with the metallic tang of Jasper's cum, the pairing addictive. He hardened in his pants as he held Guy tight at the hips so he could seal his lips tight to that used pucker and suck—
Guy wailed into the leather, pressed his face against it to muffle the wanton sounds he made. His hips jerked, forward to get away, then back seeking more. Back and forth. Despite his fear, his humiliation, the boy's cock thickened. Precum streaked across the leather when his cock slapped against the seat. A particularly hard suckle brought tears to his eyes, Guy whimpered as his tender flesh was tortured once again.
Highsmith smirked to himself. The boy was delicious. If he sounded like this with only a few licks, what would he sound like getting dicked into next week?
He firmed up his tongue and easily speared Guy open on it, chuckling his warm breath against the tight hole as the boy wailed. Highsmith grunted as Guy's firm ass rutted back into his face, riding his tongue. Oh so he was an eager little slut? Highsmith used his tongue to fuck Guy, moaning low against the quivering hole. The mess was mostly gone, there was only so far he could reach.
Well…with his tongue…
“... please….please…” Guy was muttering into the safety of his arms as he rocked his hips. Was he begging for it to stop? Or for more?
Highsmith pulled free, the scent of Guy and Jasper thick on his face. His cock throbbed. “Please what, kid?”
“Just— please!” Guy pressed back into Highsmith’s hands, rolling his hips suggestive, his damn hole winking at him—
Making up his mind in less than a second, Highsmith had his cock out. Kneeling up onto the seat behind Guy, his own knees wide around the kid's clothing-pinned legs, he grabbed Guy's ass, spreading the cheeks wide apart again. The fat tip of his uncut cock nudged Guy's eager hole. He didn't have anything slick on him. He just had to hope his boss had ridden this pony well and hard.
Guy whined, teasing them both with little circles of his hips that threatened to drive Highsmith mad.
“Here you go, kid, just a taste—”
Highsmith gave him the tip. Just the tip. Pressing slow, inward, just enough to bury the sensitive head in that warmth, his foreskin tugged on by that grasping little mouth. Boy did the kid make the prettiest sounds, mewling and panting like a needy slut. It made his cock leak, slicking the boy up even more. If he kept this up, the slide in would be effortless.
“Need…more. Please! Give me more…” Guy panted, sweating in his new clothes, bare from ass to knee. He certainly looked like a whore. Sounded like one. Smelled like one.
“Yeah? You need more? Boss probably fucked your pretty little brains out, but you need more in your messy fuck hole, don't you?” Highsmith eased in another inch, then pulled out entirely, just to hear the disappointed groans Guy made, did it over and over and over, until—
“Please fuck me…I…I need your cock…your cum…Please— please fuck me-eeE!” Guy's pleading pitched up when Highsmith gave in and sank in to his balls, pressing Guy into the leather seat.
Fuck he was tight, even after getting railed by a vampire. And slicker deep inside. Highsmith was right, Jasper had left quite the load in the dirty slut.
He held still for as long as he could stand, enjoying the feel of a warm wet hole around him, at least until the broken sobs and desperate bucking made him lose control.
He pulled out, slowly, agony for the both of them, then snapped his hips in, fucking the boy hard and fast. He didn't bother with sweet and gentle. If the boy could handle getting bent over by a vampire, he could handle anything Highsmith dealt him.
And the boy could take it, he begged and whined for Highsmith's cock, especially once his hips were angled just right, clamping down around Highsmith so hard, the man cussed.
“Fucking cunt! Filthy little cockslut! You love this, don't you? Love getting your ass torn up and wet and used? Those vamps in there will do the same to you if they find out what a little whore you are, turn you into a cocksleeve. Yeah, you like that? A parade of monsters fucking you open wide as a house?”
“Oh! O-oh god! Please don't– please don't–! I'm– I'm gonna—!!”
Highsmith pulled out just before he came, showering the kid's ass cheeks and grasping hole with human cum, groaning low as he worked every drop out with his own hand. Winded, thoroughly sated, he wiped the tip off across Guy's skin. Fuck the kid was a good lay. Highsmith had barely pulled out in time, had nearly filled the boy right up again. Now he had a new mess to deal with.
“No! Please!” Guy desperately rocked his hips, still right on the edge of his own finish line. “I…I need it! Please—”
Highsmith knelt back down on the floor, grasped the boy's twitchy hips, and lunged forward. Sealing his mouth against that fluttering pucker, he speared it with his tongue, working it open in firm licks, slurping out his and Jasper's remaining seed.
Fucked on Highsmith's tongue, feeling the lithe muscle hot and wriggling inside him, the suction— Guy screamed and came, shooting his load all over the expensive leather seat. “...oh God….oh God…” he rolled his hips, panting as Highsmith tongued him hard and deep until he had to twitch away from oversensitivity.
God, the boy was sweet. Highsmith hadn't even touched his cock. Yeah, Jasper was gonna want this one back.
Highsmith groaned into Guy's crease, pulling free to lap up the rest of his cum from Guy's skin. He didn't care much for his own taste, but the night was getting on and Guy had someplace to be.
Once the boy was as clean as he was going to get outside of a shower and a change of clothes (Highsmith having to use some wet wipes tucked away to deal with the mess in his clothes), Guy stumbled out of the van on shaky legs, looking more rattled and well-fucked than he had before.
Christ, Highsmith thought, watching him cross the street, swaying just enough for concern, I may have made it worse.
Checkers, temporarily freed of his bindings and muzzle, lunged forward to lap with animal hunger at the leather seat.
“That's it, good boy, Checkers…clean up that mess.” Highsmith chuckled, watching the revenant lick up every drop of seed Guy had spilled, snarling greedily in its haste.
He wondered what the boss would think of his pet getting a taste of his little slut.
Bored, Highsmith waited, whiled away the time imagining Guy bent over the seat as Checkers railed him, both of them muzzled and bound, imagined the sounds they'd make—
—at least until the bellhop knocked on his door.
Fuck.